The Last Housewife Novels & Stories

“The last time I checked this is my house!” “That was the last time. At this present moment, this is our house. Now shut up” I grip the edge of the sofa as I glare at her. She has the audacity to call this her house! I’ve built it with my blood and sweat! We haven’t even been married for a month properly and yet she’s back talking me. Her duty is to listen and not respond! That’s the duty of a wife. “Your house? Stay in your lane woman. You don’t want to cross over. You might meet … in an accident”

“And unofficially?” He sighed, “Their firework exploded exactly where her stove should be, and anyone can know where the stove would be, since they had done an ad for the house with a different actress before she bought it.” he flashed me an embarrassed grin. “My wife likes to watch celebrity ads even if we can’t afford it.” he says by a means if explanation. I thank him for his time, and walk back to the car, while looking around, for the culprits that had blended into the staring crowd.

Irritated, Niar finally pulled Aini's hand to blink. “Why, Mi?” he asked in a slightly hoarse voice. “Why, why? You sorted out all the house because me and Zaline were going out for a while, while Nia went to her school," Niar ordered. “But I'm still sleepy, Mi,” Aini said. “You slacker." Niar pulled Aini to her feet and turned her head and pushed Aini. When she saw her husband's shadow about to appear, she threw herself down and then pretended to be accused.

I saw them on their usual spot on the cafeteria, nervous but I'm much nervous for what might could have happen to Charlie. "Enzo" I called, all of their eyes turned to me. "Yes?" Enzo answered. "I just need to ask this, Charlie haven't been back since she came with you and earlier. You came back without her" Enzo frowned a bit. "She's not back yet?" He asked back, that made me more nervous. I shook my head, I'm already trembling. He stood up the same time my phone rang, I looked at it to see it was Jax. I nearly forgot about him. I immediately answered his call to ask for help.

It had been a complete waste of my youth. And now, I was finally tired of it all. I wanted to just live for myself. After reaching home, I hurriedly packed up my bags and belongings. Actually, aside from a few personal items, I didn't own anything else in the house. In fact, I felt like I was a guest in my own home. Irene had locked up all of the valuables in the house—from the safe containing her fine jewelry to her wardrobe full of formal wear. She was so guarded against me, it was as if I were a thief.

Not against someone who had spent so long preparing. He entered the hallway. The doors closed behind him. For a moment, he simply stood there. He breathed slowly. Then his phone buzzed. Julian pulled it from his pocket. Unknown number. No name. No contact information. Just a message. He opened it. Tell your housekeeper to be careful. Marcus isn't the only one watching her. Julian stopped walking. He read it again. Then again. His chest tightened. Marcus isn't the only one watching her. The hallway suddenly felt different.

I went from being a genius prodigy whom everyone looked up to to a miserable, resentful trophy wife. Truth be told, if I could've turned a blind eye to my husband's infidelity the way many wealthy wives did, my life really would have been incredibly comfortable. After all, for the five years we were married, aside from his philandering, Evan had been extremely generous to my family and me.

One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy." The head butler scoffed and sneered, "That's ancient history! "These days, the lady of the Hartwell house is Vivian Gray—the eldest daughter of the Gray family. That has-been from the brothels? She doesn't deserve to set foot in a place this nice, let alone keep it. "Chop away. Mr. Hartwell and the young master only have eyes for Madam Vivian now." With that, the peach trees crashed to the ground one by one. Delicate pink blossoms scattered across the dirt, trampled underfoot, gro

The house was silent, nothing was moving, nobody was breathing there was no heartbeat that was not supposed to be I went inside anyway. The house felt weird like it was paused, the furniture was all in the places but it looked like people had just gotten up and left. A chair was turned sideways and a glass was on the table with dust on it. The house did not look abandoned; it looked like something had just stopped it. I walked further into the house being careful where I stepped, I was breathing slowly, my hand was near the knife at my side. The living room was right in front of me, I looked straight, that is when I saw it. Blood.

"The Lady of the house is back,“ Calvin shouted as soon as he glided into the living room and saw her pulling off her shoes. “Lady of the house?“ Amanda asked him, laughing at the title he had bestowed upon her. “Of course, you are the lady of the house. Last I checked, there isn't any other lady in this house. Or is Mason camping one somewhere?“ “Shut that thing you call a mouth before I cut it off your body,“ Mason growled from behind him. “That's unfair,'' Calvin whined. “Oh, please shut it. You sound like a drunk college girl," Mason replied.